Flower Plucker There you are A new Flower in The Garden To pluck or not to pluck? I wonder You smell so good You look so good I want to pluck you so bad I ponder If I pluck you once Can I pluck you again? I would pluck you all day if I could (image credits: http://free-wallpaper.at-web.org/)

City Lights I still remember that day When I held you close Looking at the city lights We were content We were happy We were in love But I knew at that moment That you will go away One day Just like everyone else And as I predicted Now it is just me today Standing alone Looking at the city lights I am content I am happy But I am not in love (image credits: nightskyhunter.com)

Vuvuzela Vesak Blaring, their insane sound Banned at games, yet still legal On the streets, round and round The vuvuzelas scream, brutal My ears, my tender ears Why must we endure This insanity grinds my gears On a day meant to be pure A day that He the most revered Was born, enlightened and passed away Has been by noise, desecrated Become a ...

You Lazy Fucker (explicit) “You Lazy Fucker” “All you do is sleep” “All you do is eat” “Wasting time” “What the fuck are you doing?” “Fuck you” “You Lazy Fucker” “All you do is waste your life” “All you do is nothing” “Go fuck yourself” “You lazy piece of shit” “Why don’t you just kill yourself?” “You Lazy Fucker” (image credits: hamsterdam415.wordpress.com) ...

Half Half asleep Half thoughts from a half mind Half written Half sentences and half rhymes Half awake Half happy and Half sad Half crazy Half genius another Half mad Half life Half living with a half plan Half truth Half lies spoken to the Half man Half me Half her, half him Half you Half of all, Half everything (image credits: wikimedia.org)

Extrajudicial Sometime ago, I was able to talk to someone who was involved in what could be called “black operations”, from a certain government operating in a certain country. This person was one of the most intelligent and powerful men I have met so far in my life. He was highly skilled in his profession and a well respected member of ...

Ceiling Fan Lying on my bed Watching the ceiling fan Motionless, still, dead Is this part of the plan? As I look into my past Wondering if I ever learned Anything, time moves fast Spent more than I earned And I ask my own mind “How long more to destiny?” And it replies back in kind “You are here, you are free” ...

Screens Basking in your soft glow I cannot take my eyes away Another click another scroll Spending all night and day Page to page  I swing My unblinking eyes sore Driven by a need of knowing More and more and more From computer to television Tablet, kiosk and phone Anywhere in any position I am your slave, your drone (Image credits: http://www.fromquarkstoquasars.com)

Without your approval I am nothing Without your likes my posts are a waste My words are empty without your nodding My actions are void without your praise So please please approve me Click that little button and like me Laugh every time I say something funny Love me for everything I do for you to see Validate me I am your Parasite And you are mine (image credits: www.organicnutrition.co.uk)

Descending from the night sky, a single drop of rain fell on the dry landscape of the sleeping city. The sharp glow of the neon lights illuminated it as it passed the windows of sky-scrapers, before hitting the pavement, extinguishing its short life. Over a thousand meters away, through a powerful telescope digitally connected to the heads-up display of his helmet, ...

It has been over a year since my last post. Somehow down the line, I have lost the will, the drive, the passion to write. This makes me… upset. I meet a lot of people in daily life. Most of them can’t write for crap. Some of them can. I had the privilege of being in this group of people ...

My Vesuvius I kiss your orange lips with my red Your purple tongue intwines with my pink Your hair, a perfect chaos Your black eyes half closed I explore your inviting body And you explore mine I give you pleasure And you return it a hundred fold Every touch, a small explosion Every breath, every movement Culminating to explosive ecstacy Your eruption is beautiful

My Vesuvius I kiss your orange lips with my red Your purple tongue intwines with my pink Your hair, a perfect chaos Your black eyes half closed I explore your inviting body And you explore mine I give you pleasure And you return it a hundred fold Every touch, a small explosion Every breath, every movement Culminating to explosive ecstacy Your eruption is beautiful

Acting “All the world’s a stage” – William Shakespear (image credits: http://www.eift.in/courses-acting.html) Life is mostly about acting isn’t it? It’s about playing roles in various scenarios. You aren’t really one thing. Sometimes you are the professional, sometimes you are the slacker, sometimes you are a “good boy” following all the rules and sometimes you are the one who breaks all of ...

Acting “All the world’s a stage” – William Shakespear (image credits: http://www.eift.in/courses-acting.html) Life is mostly about acting isn’t it? It’s about playing roles in various scenarios. You aren’t really one thing. Sometimes you are the professional, sometimes you are the slacker, sometimes you are a “good boy” following all the rules and sometimes you are the one who breaks all of ...

I started writing this without a title because I didn’t want it to have a specific form. I believe that when you give a title to something before you begin, you add constraints to it. When you add constraints to something it limits the free-flow of creativity. This may be a good thing when it comes to academic articles, but ...

I started writing this without a title because I didn’t want it to have a specific form. I believe that when you give a title to something before you begin, you add constraints to it. When you add constraints to something it limits the free-flow of creativity. This may be a good thing when it comes to academic articles, but ...

Heart Oh Heart I wish I had your strength To fight for my life As your fight for your body Until your last beat

Heart Oh Heart I wish I had your strength To fight for my life As you fight for your body Until your last beat

This is the first time I’m posting a video on my blog, I believe. If you don’t know this guy, I hope you are not Sri Lankan. If you are Sri Lankan (or not) and you don’t know this guy, get to know him. Gappiya is one of the best Sri Lankan Youtubers out there. I like the little ...

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